GHANI KHAN POETRY 1

O my country

O my country my treasure of pearls

In every one of your valleys are

The marks of our swords

May my eyes be sacrificed

On your mud houses

May my brain burn into ashes

Thinking of your glory

O how I adore and worship

Your mountains and the rivers

In your passes are

The marks of our swords

O my country my treasure of pearls

I am born of your dust and

You are born of my love

You are made of my honour

And colourful code of Pashto

You are of the blood of my father

and grandfather

In your heart are sleeping all

The brave legends of my past

O my country my treasure of pearls

What good are fame and respect to me

When you are poor and suffering

What use are glory and honour to me

When your head is bowed in shame I will make your dust majestic

With my young proud blood

O my country my treasure of pearls

Either I will make you the equal of

Everyone in the world

Or I will turn into black dust

Serving at your feet

will break myself into many bits

But make you great and prosperous

I am a man — I am a Pathan, don’t you

Remember all my deeds

O my country my treasure of pearls

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